Evening Vignette

Sunset gold on lichened stone,

the smell of lilacs, honeysuckle.

A white church on a quiet hill,

a grave with two urns of pink roses:

One man stands alone

with bowed head, hat in hand.

Across the mowed cemetery

his shadow stretches

across years of death.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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